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If you’ve read the comments under any women’s match, or even just a match where a woman is just standing at ringside, you know what I’m talking about. The camera cuts to a spot and for maybe 1-2 seconds the wrestlers butt is in the shot. This happens probably a couple times every match, men or women, but no one is doing this do the men. Damien priest, the bisexual undertaker, never has time stamped comments saying “give the cameraman a raise” “cameraman knows how to do his job”, or “or what a view”. And it’s often the top liked comment. It would be one thing if it was the entrance to the beautiful people or something, but it’s literally just any girl that gets thrown into the ropes or turnbuckle, or is walking or standing normally.
I know there’s really nothing we can do about it and this is mostly a rant but it makes us all look bad. Imagine a young girl gets into wrestling, and wants to see more of her favorite wrestlers matches on YouTube and these are the comments she has to read. What are the chances she comes back and really gets involved? To me it’s really no different than the guy who was harassing women at the AEW show the other night,with his kid right next to him. Just because you’re behind a screen doesn’t mean you’re not a pervert weirdo. Half the reason guys feel like they’re allowed to go to shows and act like that is because how common it is to see online

Arabic country here.
I have a 4 month old and I’m staying with my husband’s sister & mother. His sis is a middle aged unmarried lady with no kids and is horrible with kids in my opinion but I haven’t told her that.
I safely let my baby girl TASTE foods. There’s a method where she’s upright and I have it mushed to puree in my mouth and let her take a lick or 2 (banana, or apple) to the form of a sauce and that’s all. Maybe once a week. She’s on formula otherwise. I do that because she’s highly interested in foods like INSANELY food curious and in a safe way.
My husband’s sis keeps insisting we feed her. Once she put a chopped carrot in her mouth (while she was laying on her back) which is dangerous, she keeps saying she wants to feed her a banana, she will put the whole banana in her mouth and I kinda have to say “NO please that’s it.” And earlier today she begged to spoon feed her halawa, a dry sesame paste. I said ok as long as I mush it up with my mouth and finger feed her a small, half a pea sized dollop. Just a smear.
I’m scared she’s gonna feed my daughter behind my back.
She already took videos of my baby naked and sent it to a group chat that I wasn’t included in, and worse is she had poop smeared on her butt. (Diaper change) I only found out when a relative let it slip & told her the dangers of having these kinds of infant photos circulating on any online server. My jaw dropped because I had no idea she was taking careless pics of my baby and sharing it with the f*king world. My brothers other sisters quickly shushed the relative who accidentally let this is info slip, and tried to push me out of the room to pretend this never happened. They had her back. When I walked to the other room furious and trying to collect my composure, I heard them all telling that stupid sis in law to hurry and delete the video.
I came back in the room and gently tried to tell everyone that I think I know what’s going on, and how I don’t like anyone taking pics of my baby without clothes on. They said ok.
Now, how can I tell my stupid sis in law not to feed my baby behind my back, only i can? I feel like im being mean if i say it like that, or as if im attacking her. I wanna tell my husband to talk to her, but then ill be that wife who tells her husband everything behind their backs, and then they will think im sneaky

So this is my first time posting and I think I’m just looking more for a way to write about how I am feeling and get some of these emotions out. I’m not sure how all this works so here we go.
Back in January I started dating this guy ( Let’s call him JW ) anyways things were honestly amazing from the start. I felt like I had found my better half and someone that made me feel complete. He always made me smile and treated me like a Queen. Which honestly was a nice change of pace because I was previously married and my ex-husband was less than kind.
So things moved pretty quick, fast than I anticipated. We even started talking about a future and marriage which I fully realized that we were in the Honeymoon phase. That honestly that kind of when things started to unravel. JW made a comment about us being in the “honeymoon phase “ and I swear it seems like right after that things started to come undone.
So flash forward to a couple weeks later and I happen to come across a bottle of medicine and being Dr. Google over here I searched it up and it came up being for Herpes. So I took a breath and went to him and asked him to explain what is was/ why he had it.
He told me that he had a “scare” 2 years ago with an ex and his doctor put him on it proactively. He said when it came back negative he stopped talking it and he had just forgotten to throw away the bottle. Based on the age of the Rx in my (love sick head) it made sense at the moment.
Flash forward about 2 weeks and we’re at the weekend after Valentines Day 2024. In my mind he did it really well. He was out of town on work ( and no there was 0% chance being out of town was cheating - just FYI )
So he sent me flowers and called and texted he made me feel so loved. No man had ever made me feel so special. Anyways once he got back in town he came over to my house. I had spent literally the whole day making a surprise dinner us . After dinner we exchanged gifts and it was all really sweet.
I could tell something was weighing on his mind and I asked what was up? He said we needed to talk. And I instantly started to worry. I sat beside him and he told me he loved me very much but that he had lied to me. I was like Say What? and he went on to explain that he was ashamed but that when I originally asked if he had Herpes he was embarrassed and didn’t want to say. I was definitely in shock.
A lot of emotions happened from there, I was definitely upset he lied but I also understood where he was coming from. It’s not like you walk up and shake there hand and then be like OHHHH BTW I have Herpes. So I get the nerves, what I was upset about was him lying about it. My ex-husband was a narcissist compulsive liar and that was definitely not something I was going to put up with again.
So where I messed things up got our relationship and looking back now I know that If I ever had the chance to go back and fix things the first thing I would do is NOT Do the following. So after JW told me about the medical condition I was upset, my mind was going at a million miles an hour. He asked that until we figured things out, let’s keep our business, our business.
Well my parents happen to live next door to me and my mom had been calling me wanting to see the necklace that JW got me for Valentine’s Day. So I stepped away and went to show my mom. She could see that I was upset about something and I BLABBED pretty much everything. I did exactly what he asked me not to do. But honestly I was hurt and I really wasn’t thinking about His feelings in that moment. I was reacting.
Looking back now I have definitely learned there is some stuff you keep your business, at least until you figure it out.
So by me telling my mom about his condition she got this mental image of Him that he was somehow a bad person, I believe it was mostly about the lie and him lying in NO Way Ok, he had plenty of opportunities to fess up. Before we ever got intimate in any manner shape or form I asked him are you sure you don’t have anything (std/sti’s) and every time he always said No.
So now that I gave you the introduction to things…
JW and I ended up breaking up, but it wasn’t because we didn’t love each other. I loved his man like Crazy and I was willing to look past the medical condition. In my mind and heart I felt like he was my person . Anyways the reason that we ultimately broke up was my mother. As much as I love here she drives me b@sh1t crazy at times. (We are also a lot alike so we tend to butt heads ) my mom basically gave me an ultimatum that it was her or Him and I couldn’t have both. And seeing as how I’ve always had a close relationship with my parents and I do live next door I ended up caving after almost a week of hard core fighting with my mom and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I broke up with JW.
That was so painful and sickening and I didn’t want to do it but I felt like if I didn’t I would lose my relationship with my mother and possibly even my father, it was too much stress.
Flash forward about a month and I haven’t spoken with JW but I get a message from his mom on FB asking me some questions about him. It was kind of strange but I went with it. I got this ominous feeling like something bad was going on. I asked what happened and she said he had passed away. ****WHAT?!?!?!?!????******
I was just thinking about him last night, I hadn’t stopped thinking about him and or loving him . I was just literally stuck between a rock and a hard(headed mother) . I still snuggle under the blanket every night that smells like him.
So the night before I found out he had passed I actually thought about reaching out. I thought maybe if I give things a little time my mom will cool down. I really wanted everything to play out perfectly. But at the point it was already far too late, he was gone.
JW was only in his late 20s and died from a massive heart attack, it still isn’t real. My heart is so broken and I don’t know what to do or how to deal with all of this.
How do you get over something like this?
I know there are a bunch of different facets to things here but this is what I’ve been living the past couple months.

Exactly one year ago I was laid off from my dream job. Here’s what I’ve learned since then.
💡Resilience > Stability Stability is comfortable. But resilience is empowering.
Losing my dream job taught me that the ability to bounce back from setbacks is far more valuable than relying on the illusion of a stable path forward.
💡Balance doesn’t exist. But priorities do. Striving for balance is like chasing a mirage in the desert. An enticing vision, for sure - but permanently out of reach.
In dealing with the ramifications of my layoff, getting engaged, starting an AI startup, and a hell of a lot more in the last year - I realized that the best way to find “balance” is to ignore it altogether.
Instead, understand your priorities and then follow through on them. You’ll likely be surprised by how much fluff can be cut out. Less fluff = less distractions = more time doing what’s important to you = “balance”
💡The world owes you nothing I thought because I had gone to school, worked my butt off, and followed the “path I was supposed to follow” that I was entitled to a decent paying job with good benefits.
That belief was more limiting than I thought - and actually kept me from advocating for myself because it lulled me into a false sense of a set-by-step career trajectory.
What remnants of that reality that still exist are about to be wiped out thanks to AI (and people who integrate it into the way they live and work).
Stop thinking the world owes you something and start thinking about what you can bring to it.
💡Your job is not your identity I’ll admit, telling people I worked for a company that launched satellites into space using a rocket strapped to the wing of a 747 was pretty badass.
I relished in my ability to talk about it at cocktail parties, conferences, and even holidays with the family. So when it was ripped away from me, I found myself feeling hollow and empty.
My job was like the scaffolding on an old building - helped build it up externally, but did very little to strengthen the foundation it was built upon.
Having a healthy separation between who you are and what you do is key for performance in both areas of your life. (Yes, even in roles like being a founder where you live and breathe your work).
💡You don’t need a map. You need a Compass. Step-by-step plans are beautiful on paper and almost always fall apart in the real world. Plus, life just doesn’t work that way. The universe has too strong a preference for entropy and chaos.
However, the pain you’re feeling - the longing for a plan, a path forward, a sense that you’re headed in the right direction - is valid and real.
The world is more confusing and chaotic than ever. It’s increasingly important to have a deep understanding of your personal mission, a clear definition of your ambitions, and a system that you can rely on to translate those into a fulfilling reality.
Find someone or something that you can use as a general guide to keep yourself in the right direction - not a prescriptive step-by-step plan.
💡Look, losing a job (especially in this market) is tough. It’s absolutely awful out there right now.
But you’ve got this. Keep your head down, keep your chin up, and focus on the better things that come next.

Hi, I’m brand new to reddit, but posting here as I can’t think of any other forum that’s appropriate. I’ve recently graduated from a paramedic degree in Melbourne. I worked my butt off and finished with a GPA of over 6. It was especially difficult for me as I’m a mum with a mortgage, but obviously I was aware of the pressures before I started. My issue is that I now find myself 6 months from finishing, worrying that I’ll lose all knowledge, and trying to apply for jobs that are ‘in line ‘ with what Ambulance Vic might like- but not being considered for these roles. I’ve recently heard from multiple sources that the wait for an offer to interview with AV might be at least another year. It’s crushing and I feel as though I’ve wasted my time and money.

I female age 15 was living in a camper in Rhode Island with my mom age 31 and my dad age 33 along with 2 siblings my mom got into a car crash. Which gave her a concussion so I had to take care of my family and was like a house wife every time I got off from school. My dad didn't help unless it involved my siblings with his game console or with nothing other than steal my mom's stuff to go through it to make sure she didn't catch him cheating on her. Which she did but I hid it all which he had a suspicion of, but my mom was acting like a child at the time.
I wasn't focused on the remarks my dad would make. Whenever i was In shorts he would talk about how my butt looked like mom's but bigger, and how I was better than her. While my mom was getting better my was about to be 15, but something I did notice. While my dad made dirty remarks he was reading a online book, and I caught him multiple times. In my parents bedroom alone rocking his stick, and why I mentioned this. Is because that book he was reading was my whole bathroom situation, but with Mafia people in his book. While this was going on my mom was mostly recovered by the week before my birthday.
But my dad gas lighted her that I did nothing while he did everything, and my mom believed him. For 2 days before he tattled on himself about looking through her phone, and finding some evidence of him cheating. Which made them fight and argue which they were doing before the crash. During the week before my birthday I got a road rash which will be a scar. Forever a reminder of how my dad was able to look at me in the camper. The shower doors were made of glass and if the temperature was lukewarm then you could see everything on the other side. I turned 15 on the day of my road rash I got into the shower around 8:00 p.m. while washing my wound my father went in there and didn't say a word. Just started brushing his teeth and looking towards the mirror which at the time was not looking my way.
I was okay with it at first cuz I thought it would just be for that day, but the next 3 weeks. It went to a transition of him looking at the mirror then to him leaving the bathroom door open lean on the wall towards the shower staring. Playing toxic masculinity podcast of how young women should do what men tell them. I wasn't on social media a lot so I didn't know what "alpha" male ment, but women would refer them as that or they would refer them selfs as that. But then to every couple of days during those three weeks was like him pushing boundary after boundary to the point where I can't handle it. Cuz he tried to touch the doorknob to open the glass doors.
I told him that I wasn't comfortable two times along with my younger siblings telling him to get out because they saw him in there because the door was open. Which he told them that it was okay, that he was my dad, and if anybody deserve to be in there it was him. During the third day of the first week of this happening I wanted to prove to myself that my father wasn't like his stepfather. Which was a S A @bus€r of mine when I was 4 through 6. Because I thought it was because of my schedule of me getting in the shower late, so I changed my schedule throughout the last 2 weeks. During the time of him pushing boundaries I would change the times where it would inconvenience my mother . During her naps or whatever she needed to do to get better cuz she had appointments, or she would be like dead asleep. She would need me to watch my siblings, but I was busy in the shower.
They were messing with her while she had a headache, and my father was complaining about the hot water for dishes and other women chores. I need or my mother needed to complete, but the part that makes it the most messed up is that when it was 20 minutes of me being still in the shower. He would walk out and I would hurry up and get out and he would go back to his game console, smoke a cigarette, and not go to bed for a couple of hours. On the last day of the third week my mom asked me about it cuz she was finally starting to be aware of everything. I told her to wait and I would get in the shower as soon as I got home. He will be in there, and she didn't believe me.
But once I got home, and got in there he was in there with the door open. My mom grabbed him by his shoulder, and ripped him out and yelled at him and told him if he ever did that again that she would go get her shotgun. Cuz now she's more aware than she has ever been after the crash. His excuses that I was taking a shower late, then maybe I should be taking showers so late, then maybe I should be using all the hot water, and that I'm his daughter he changed my diapers so if he wants to be in there he can be in there. if i want the door open for some air he can have it open cuz he also pays the bills and owns everything and that I should be grateful. Which made my mom come up with a plan to start secretly moving after that day. I called my aunt and my uncle who did not believe me and thought there was a better explanation, but they did see my point of view but still thought I was being dramatic.
They question my father and he lied and said it was for 3 days more arguments started, and one day when I had a school day off. My dad as soon as he found out stayed home while my mom had to be at a appointment. She thought he already left but instead he went to chilled some where, and came back to have a conversation with me. Told me that I was delusional, and that if I was uncomfortable I should have told him. When I told him I did and that he didn't say a word he said that he must have not heard me. Once I told him that I said it loud and clear, and that all he did was sigh. Along with looked like he was about to cry and was mad. He said that I'm just like my mother, and that we deserve each other. Then went on to if he had to have boundaries with me, then I have to have boundaries with my mother and we can't get changed in front of each other.
Because we are both bisexual, and then proceeded to tell me that I don't know what's going on. Then told me that I should be ashamed because I don't know how it feels to feel like a predator in your own home. Which left me speechless because I know what it's like to have predators around you every corner, and he knows this and when I told him that. He told me to grow up, and that my hormones should be kicking in. I should have already forgotten about his stepfather already. My mom came home and my dad said he wanted a divorce which my mom says working on it. Then took me for a drive, I told her all about it, and then a couple of days later.
I woke up to my mom crying and naked because my mom had sex with my dad. When he was done and he got her done he kicked her out of the room. When she was wondering why he said she was more convenient then to go get a stranger and do it in the back of a truck. My mom told me to go back to bed and I did at the time not fully knowing what was going on till that day. That my mom going back on her word thinking she needed him. Telling me not to break up the family, and that if he agrees the counseling we're staying even if I said no and don't like it. Which he didn't of course, and also I told her that I would kill her and him and that I have thought about it. Was in their room multiple times with a weapon think about killing them both because of the things they do. Which made my mom understand that she needed to grow up and leave him now. Which is sad for me to say, but we finished up packing. We got a U-Haul and before we left my mom thought it would be fair to him if my siblings had a board game night with him.
Which later I left cuz I couldn't handle that my siblings get a perfect dad. While I always got a cursing, child beating, lying, and disciplining me for no reason father. Couldn't handle that my mom didn't leave them for a military, hasn't killed my father, or believe me on many occasions. Or didn't do anything because of him, and because of her always needing him. He went to go find me a hour later and talked with me said the same things as the other conversation. When I brought up multiple predators in my life and how he did nothing. For example, I had a high school boy threatened to r@p€ me in the third grade, and him and his friends chase me around and has kissed me and touched me multiple times for 2 years. He said that he couldn't because that high school boy was a friends son, but told him to stop but this friend was a mistress of his.
Which later to find out that it would have been 4 years of harassment if my mother didn't threaten to burn his house. Which again shows that my father is a liar and my mother even proved it to me by showing me pictures of text between the high school boy, his mother, and her. At the end of the conversation a dark side of me popped out, and just went to try to go grab the nearest gun to shoot him. cuz my father did was lie, gaslighted, manipulated, and acted like a brick wall. He thought we had a great dad and talk even though I was still crying. I guess he thought I was like my mom and I would given up. My mom stopped me and told me that I shouldn't go to jail, and that we are moving tomorrow.
She will make sure of it no more delays, no more of letting me down we move to Texas where we're originally from. While living with a relative my little siblings could talk to our father, which slowly broke the relationship. Because he would always try to bring up me, and how he wanted to talk to me. He couldn't stand not talking to me, and that he stopped paying child support until I talk to him. In between breaking the relationship with my siblings slowly they started seeing the dad that I saw. During staying here with my relative my mom got some console, and help but at the time my dad was paying for child support. But there wasn't enough to get me help which my family thinks I desperately need.
But when child support stopped her console stopped cuz she can't afford it. Then drama started happening with the relative we were with, and we've been moving ever since. But now my mom is on the road making a lot of money to make up for no child support. Until the child support office is gets their affairs in order because my dad gave them 27 different addresses. We are living with relative to relative that will take us in, and watch us. But my mom will be coming back soon to get a rent house, so that we can finally settle down. After a whole year of dealing with all this without him. I'll be 16, and I don't know how to feel cuz it marks the anniversary of a scar physical, emotional, and mental at my worst. But it is the same day as my celebration of birth. Which I sometimes wish never happened.

Hey y’all G24 here and like the title says my extreme cellulite is literally ruining my life.. I have it so bad (all over the tops of my thighs, back of thighs, my butt) I even have it in areas like my stomach and my freaking arms! Which I didn’t even know is possible! Just reaching out to see if there is anyone else out there with extremely horrific amounts of it and what they did to learn to either accept it or reduce it? No matter what weight I am at it’s always there, although I do find it being worse when I’m more overweight.. I don’t know it’s just making never want to show any part of my body and summer is approaching.. just sucks like why me? I have been dealing with this for as long as I can remember and I am constantly comparing myself to everyone I see out or people I know and I have never seen a case like mine.. anyways rant/vent over and advice if even possible would be helpful <3

I noticed yesterday that every time my cat flexes his back and tail, his butthole also flexes? When he does this, I see the red part of his anus pushing out. I’ve already scheduled a vet appointment, but wanted to hear from other cat owners- is this normal? Is he just farting? Thank you in advance!

does anyone have any recommendations for jeans for girls with bigger butts? no matter what jeans i buy, there’s a gap in the back and i hate it so much. also i hate wearing belts. pls pls pls let me know if you know any pairs of jeans/brands that don’t do this!

Yesterday, my toddler said bye to the nanny (usually shoves her out of our home and other times has asked for a hug and kiss before she goes) with a hug and she hugged him: one arm across his back and the other grabbed his (diapered) butt, over his clothes. This grab seemed like a scoop across his crack, like getting up in there.
A week or two ago, I saw a similar goodbye: one arm across the back and the other hand on his butt. Hand was horizontal that time though across his (diapered, clothed) buttcheeks. She did a mouth clench and squeezed his butt and shook it a couple times. She did the mouth clenching thing that some people do when feeling cutesy - I do this when I grab my large dog’s thigh and tell him how cute he is. So last week I though nothing of that big but yesterdays made me a little uneasy.
This is her last week with us so I’m not even sure I should say anything. Would I even find out the truth if it was awful cause she’s gone in two days and would never admit it, right? Or is this a cultural thing (Hispanic) to grab a little kid like that while saying goodbye and I’m overthinking cause of my past childhood trauma?
Nanny is in her 50s. She usually packs him lunch then takes him to the park for a couple hours - I have an AppleID tag on his backpack for outings and she knows. She’s worked for families in law enforcement before who worked with the crimes against children division so she’s aware of dangers or how things could be perceived. I tell myself all this as I try to determine if I have something to worry about here.
Someone talk me off a ledge please? Is this normal to hug like that?

First off let me say, my bosses love me and I’m one of their better workers as they have told me. I have been working here for 8 years, never had any problems. So lately, I took some beverages from the drink isle and I started to drink it during my shift before the store opens. You don’t have to believe me butt I happened to forget to pay for it once my shift is over when I leave. I was told my boss is going to look at the cameras to see who’s been leaving open drinks in the aisle. This happened a hand full of times. Now I’m concerned I’ll be fired over this.

Cancer is really kicking my butt and I feel absolutely terrible… so what else does one do? Rewatch Sister Wives!
Rewatching season 6 and there’s so many things I realize that I should have caught on to sooner. Robyn constantly asking Meri to be the surrogate. I really do believe that Meri dodged a bullet. I feel like Robyn did all of that just to have something to hold over Meri. It was a huge manipulation tactic. The whole talk and constant discussion was nauseating season after season. I felt bad for Meri since she had such a hard time with her fertility. Kody constantly asking her and kind of rubbing it in was awful to watch. I also feel that this is when Meri Kody disconnected. When they have the discussion at a picnic and he says he doesn’t want to pursue having another child with her. You can see that it broke her heart. I feel like deep down she wanted him to say yes and to fight for it but he didn’t. I feel like that’s when the rift began.
Also watching episode 9 I wonder what happened to Christine’s aunt, Kristen Decker? that was in the UNLV discussion. Does anyone know? She was so against polygamy and she said at one point in that she just wanted to kidnap her and take her away. It’s like all the signs were there but they did a good job covering it and trying to push the whole “our family is different” and “not every polygamist family is the same.” Mind you this was all airing during a time when the whole Warren Jeffs thing was on the national news a lot and I feel like their sole purpose of the show was to show that they are a normal happy family and that their way of life is ok.

For context my husband and I knew each other before we started dating. When we were dating everything was great and he was so sweet and kind. One day while planning our wedding I found a photo of a girl naked on his phone. He explained to me that it was a mistake it was there he thought he had deleted it. I thought it was from his ex and he explain that he did not know why it was there. I decided to believe it was his ex and it was an old photo and we went on with our planning. Our wedding was nice and even our honeymoon Things started to hit rock bottom once we got back. One day I wasn’t going into work late and either was he so he slept in and I was awake. I saw a notification on his phone from the security camera pop up I decided to check it and out of curiosity I checked the rest of his phone ( big mistake). I went onto Instagram and that’s when I saw it… videos of ladies naked dancing and other videos of other ladies showing cleavage and their butts all in his Instagram saved. I could not believe it. I was devastated. I woke him up and after him lying to me multiple times why it was one there he confessed the truth. I could not believe it he had betrayed me to me in my eyes and in my opinion he had cheated. And to make things worse I was pregnant (2 months). After a lot of talking we decided to work things out. Sadly that didn’t last long.
when I was cleaning out his drawer I found and old phone I decided to put it to charge and when it charged I opened it up and to find the girls naked pictures I had found before we got married. They were screenshots from Snapchat. A random girl send him nudes offering to give more for payment. The date on those screenshots…. 3 days after he proposed to me… all I could say is my heart shattered into a million pieces. But then again I stayed because I was pregnant. I couldn’t go to my family with this. They don’t believe in divorce.. now fast forward and I find videos of girls in his watch history of tiktok and I can’t believe it but at the same time I can he has done it before. I love him but I don’t trust him . He says he never saw those videos but I’m not stupid they don’t just show up on there. It’s called a watch history for a reason. I don’t know what to do . I want to believe him but a part of me knows his lying to me. Why can’t I leave him? Why do I still love him even though he has caused me so much pain? I can’t even look back to our engagement and be happy cause all I remember are those pictures of the naked girl burned forever in my memory. We come from a no divorce belief system/ family but I don’t think I can keep doing this I feel so alone and hurt and to be honest embarrassed that this happened to me. I don’t want anyone to know that I failed, that I was betrayed.. I feel like I did something wrong.

My hair when i was a kid, was suuuuper curly, even had coils! As I got older & teen age, my curls loosened a bit bc I wasn’t taking care of it the way my curly hair needed. Now, my hair if I don’t do a lengthy routine, it looks like loose waves.
For any extra info that any help the reasoning, I did cut my hair very short back in January of 2023, and kept cutting it to the same length, i’m just now growing it out. When it’s shorter, it seems to be looser, rather than when it’s longer. My hair was to my butt, and I cut it to right under my chin. I’ve heard of “curl shock” was it this that changed the pattern? If so, will it come back with length?
I’ve also had an eating disorder, so i’m unsure if that was a reasoning why to maybe my curls have changed? Possibly because of the neglect to my body?
Is there any way I can keep my curls tight for now? Or is this a waiting game until my hair is long to see if that was the issue? 😅
(edit: spelling mistake!!)

It was late November 2015. I was 51 and one year past my divorce (which was not related to cheating) when I became so disgusted with myself that I knew I had to pick myself up. I was alone for the long holiday, and although I wasn't really sad or lonely, I felt empty. However, I had some extra time to consider how does one picks oneself up.
I made a list of potential New Year resolutions that were individually realistic. Some were really easy and stupid like “have your chipped front tooth fixed” and “take & post a selfie”. These smaller tasks fueled my confidence and provided the energy boosts needed to tackle the more challenging resolutions, like starting a weight loss challenge at work.
Skip ahead to March 4th 2016. I had a Friday lunch date with a married client that I met two weeks prior. Of course, it was not a real date, as I wouldn't impose myself on a married woman, nor would I risk my career or my ego, especially if the signals she seemed to be sending were just a product of my wishful thinking, stimulated by checking off some boxes on the list on the fridge dated 1/1/16.
The following is my thank you note to her for a great date as well as for helping me check a lot of boxes over the past few weeks. I sent her a link to it as it is in the form of my first ever online post (one more check box, YAY!).
************************************** We were only 1 minute in the hotel room; her jeans in a ball on the floor. She sat at the foot of the king sized bed and backed her way into the stack of oversized pillows lining the headboard. I followed as If attached by a leash. I landed somewhat awkwardly on my elbows between her legs finding myself squarely face to face with the tattoo. This tattoo, that she so shamelessly revealed just a week ago, the same tattoo that has been scorching my thoughts and the same tattoo that she promised me complete and unlimited access.
It’s been a long time since I have been here or anywhere near as nice as here, between the legs of a beautiful woman 20 years younger and far out of my league....even when I was her age. I took a second to drink in my fortunate situation. I admired her panties. All day I was so hoping she would wear those same panties as before. She didn’t. These were different but similar enough. The delicate lace and silk perfectly framed the tattoo on her hip. She did not disappoint. There is a fruity jasmine scent, intoxicatingly pleasant, and oh so subtle. It is not here. I’ll need to find its source. I want more of that. (I remember being thoroughly impressed and thinking to myself “This girl is good”.)
I briefly forgot that there was someone else here besides myself and the tattoo. How long have I been down here perving out on her? I wondered. I hesitated, and then apologetically looked up half expecting a well-deserved snarky glare. What I found instead was an ear to ear compassionate smile followed by a tilt of her head and an arch of her eyebrow that said “I like that you like that, carry on”.
With confidence restored that we were still in sync, I adjusted myself so that I was in a good position to thoroughly enjoy what I came to do. I kissed the tattoo hard and gave it a good lick. The challenge for today was “Taste the Tattoo” and I won. I did a small celebration gesture that she rolled her eyes to. I continued to kiss and taste all around until every freckle got some personal attention. As I got to the upper most reaches of her inner thighs, I looked up to check in as I was about to cross a new line. For the first time she was not looking back at me but had laid her head back deep into the pillows, her eyes closed. I took that as a yes!
I marveled at the softness of her inner thighs on my cheeks as I gently placed kisses up one and down the other. As I kissed her through her panties, her hips responded by arching her up in anticipation of each next kiss. Before long, those wonderful panties were just getting in the way. I stopped and pondered whether to just slide them aside or remove them or to risk interrupting the mood and attempt a complete wardrobe removal as we were both still fully dressed except for her jeans.
I didn’t have to ponder long as she knew what she wanted and it was not any of the options I was considering. Still lying back with her head semi submerged within the pillows, she held out her arms as if gesturing for a hug. I moved up her body and when I got close enough she pulled me in for a kiss.
Unbelievably, this was our first kiss. I found it odd that we had not kissed yet and was grateful she thought to stop for a moment to have a kiss. We kissed some and then I settled in to thoroughly enjoy it. However, the kiss to come was not the kiss I was expecting or a kiss I was ready for. It was a kiss that could ruin everything.
Technically, there was one kiss before. It was an awkward kiss 5-10 minutes earlier just after we entered the room. All in about the time it took for the hotel door to close behind us, she tossed her bag on the sofa, had her jewelry off and set on the nightstand while I emptied my pockets and silenced my phone.
We approached each other, and as we met I was looking at the place where the tattoo would be under her shirt and behind her jeans. They were higher cut and could not be pulled down that far to get to the tattoo. They would have to come off. To just reach in and do that would be an uncharacteristically bold move for me. But I did have unquestionable permission to have the tattoo in any way that I desired. I reached down with both hands and took hold of the waistband on each side of the button. I didn’t see her simultaneous move in at me at first. Just as I felt the metal of the button, I felt her reaching her arms around my neck and realized that she was tip toeing up for a kiss. It caught me unexpectedly and I think it showed on my face that it did. I tried to recover and moved back in to accept her lips on to mine but it turned into an awkward peck.
I scolded myself for the selfish moment and just as I was trying to formulate a recovery gesture, she, without missing a beat, gently dismissed my fumble and gracefully restored the momentum. “Oh” she said with surprise in her tone, while looking down at my fingers ready to release her button. Then, in a more playfully quizzical tone, she followed with “I guess you want to get right to THAT then” and she stepped back away from me where I lost grip of her jeans. She replaced my fingers on the button with hers, paused, maybe waiting for me to look up to her eyes, which I finally did, then flashed me a devilishly naughty smile and pulled her jeans down to the top of her boots. She then proudly announced, mostly to herself, “You really are going to let me have fun with you, aren’t you!” seemingly shedding any doubts in her mind that I would go through with this. She then sat at the foot of the all white linen king sized bed, removed her boots and jeans and backed her way into the stack of oversized pillows lining the headboard.
Back to our kiss. The kiss that from now on I will reflect on as our first kiss
Responding to her hug gesture, I moved up her body and when I got close enough she pulled me in for a kiss. I didn’t flub it this time, but again, I didn’t know it was coming, and prolly I should have. It took only ten seconds to adjust and synchronize to each other’s kissing form. It was warm and succulent and sweet and was wonderful. I really was surprised at how nice this felt. I don’t recall married kissing being this enjoyable. I remember saying to myself “Damn, this girl can kiss”.
I was on top, in a position that wasn’t going to be comfortable for as long as I wanted this to last, so I backed away to reposition but she held tight indicating she didn’t want me to move. I gestured at the space next to her and she relented. We then settled in facing one another side by side; her smile confirming that this was a nice place. We were hugging and kissing, pulling each other closer and looking into each other’s eyes. Our legs intertwined and our hands were roaming, but not really in a sexual way, more like trying to make as much body contact as possible. I couldn’t get over how I felt so much more familiarity than there was. What I did not recognize at the time was that this was the physical intimacy catching up to match the virtual intimacy we have been sharing online.
Soon the intensity escalated and it was getting very hot very quickly. The intensity and passion that was building was not something I ever expected or planned for. This was the rare kind of making out where accidental hickeys happen and inadvertent “Oh god I love you’s” slip out. Not that either of those was going to happen but my safe, non-committal no emotional strings encounter was getting too hot to not risk introducing emotions into the situation. And that could happen.
At some point I was no longer kissing her lips and mouth but was kissing her.
I broke contact to catch a breath and maybe get some control of the fire. We stopped for a moment to breathe and cool off. She slid herself on top and I rolled over on to my back to accommodate her. She looked at me with eyes that appeared to agree that it was a good time to slow it down. She closed her eyes and she seemed to enjoy that I was rubbing her back with both hands that I slipped up under her shirt. She presented her lips for me to kiss and then her cheek for the same, then neck and ear and lips again. Her long hair had fallen down around us, surrounding our faces like a vail creating a tiny private and even more intimate space. Inside here it was darker and the temperature and humidity rose quickly. We were breathing each other’s breath between kisses. All of a sudden I noticed that Jasmine was back. Not subtle this time, but deep and fulfilling. I loved it.
This fragrance stuff really works. The next morning just after waking up, I caught an unexpected subtle whiff on my skin under my watch and my heart jumped by 20 beats. Who’d a thunk it possible?
The passion was building again but since I was aware and cautious now, I wanted to enjoy and go with it. I thought I could keep it measured and I did for a while as it does take two. The kissing slowed to half and so did the passion. However, the rest of our bodies started to make up for it and the touching evolved into the sexual. She was still on top of me and my hands were exploring and squeezing on her panty covered butt, then under and in those panties. Her body contact became more targeted as she was now very deliberately mashing her fun stuff all over my fun stuff. The kissing subsided but replaced with the audible accompaniment of her squeaks, moans and quicker breathing timed with her mashing I was no longer in control. The passion was under control but being replaced with something intimately erotic.
I abruptly escaped by gently rolling her over on to her back then getting up and knelling between her legs. I took a moment to catch my breath and wanted to say “That is getting WAY too intimate. Can we get naked and have sex now?” However, I tugged at her panties and said something dorky like “can we take these off now?” Yes, we were still both fully dressed except for her jeans
Since I am the kind of guy who doesn’t kiss and tell, (well, only tells about the kisses) and this is not the forum for it, I am not going to talk about the sexy part over the next 30 minutes. I will tell you that we did finally each get ourselves unceremoniously naked and then the sexy part finishes where it started, with me finishing all over that beautiful tattoo. Of course I did a small celebration gesture that she rolled her eyes to.
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Cuddle time. Our snapchats leading up to this encounter were heavy on the anticipation and buildup but didn’t contain a lot of detail about or define what stuff would happen during our “fun” time together.
Me: “Ok then, tomorrow lunchtime, I’m in.”
Her: “OMG Are you saying that you are REALLY going to come here and let me have fun with you?
Me: “I’m REALLY going to come there. I am REALLY going to fully inspect that tattoo, as well as the neighborhood where the tattoo lives.
Her: “I so can’t wait to get my hands on you.”
Me: “WOW….Now that this is real and going to happen, my heart is beating so hard that I am afraid that people can see it through my shirt.”
Her: “You have to tell me, are you being SERIOUS right now? You can’t say this and not show up. It’s OK if you are teasing, but you have to say so that you are now….not tomorrow!!!”
Me: “I am SERIOUS and I PROMISE I will be there. You have gotten to me, BAD. All week with the way we have been talking..err..I mean snapchatting; I can’t get you out of my head. Then today with those tattoo snaps you sent; I can’t get up from my desk. LOL…..NOT kidding NOT teasing.”
Her: “I am BAD, and I like having FUN. I am going to have so much fun with you!!!”
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The only specific things I recall us acknowledging we would do with our “fun” was tattoo inspection and cuddle time. So as soon as cleanup from sexy time was done we both knew what time it was. For me, as good as the inspection was the cuddle was better. Just as during the sexy time we changed things up and we got to cuddle many ways. We started face to face full contact hugging just like our kissing time with some but less kissing and more being in the moment.
We were still hot (temperature hot now) and sweaty so that didn’t last long. She turned over and we spooned some. I was still craving full body contact but it was still so hot that we had to separate a bit. No contact spooning if you will, with just my one hand caressing her exposed shoulder and arm and hip with an occasional butt cheek squeeze.
It was about that time that we had our first ever personal conversation. On the project there were lots of flirty banter and some personal stories but almost always as part of a group. We had many phone calls and a few project meetings with just us two but never did the conversation get personal. Until now the only personal talks (Chats) we have had have been via Snapchat. I don’t recall who asked the first question of the other, but it was like a dam broke and we started filling in the details of our lives, our feelings and all the things we chatted about.
There was a lot to tell and we were giddy like children (child) best friends re-meeting on the first day of school catching each other up on our summer vacations. At one point she had something compelling to say and faster than a fish out of water she flipped back to facing me so she could gesture with her hand and punctuate through her expression. She landed close. Closer that I think she meant to at first and just a bit awkward I felt. But I was wrong. She didn’t back up an inch. I really couldn’t see her hand but I could feel that she was using it in the 2 to 4 inches of space between our chests. Her face was right into mine. She would lean back or up just an inch when she wanted me to see her eyes or smile or frown for emphasis, then settle back into the pillows with our foreheads or noses or cheeks touching. It was the farthest thing in the world from awkward.
If there was a recurring theme for the day it would be HOT; in every sense and synonym of the word. Again, it was getting too sweaty to remain that close. This time she broke contact to catch a breath and escape the heat. We stopped talking for a moment to breathe and cool off. She sat up, crawled to, and grabbed the (sexy time) clean-up towel that was at the far foot of the bed. She turned around so that she was kneeling facing me as she brought the towel up to her chest to absorb the beads and drips of sweat that had accumulated. As I watched, I again thought of my great fortune to be right here right now feeing what I feel and seeing the beauty before me. She pushed the towel down across her belly button and it fell into her lap.
I observed the soft sunlight reflecting off the white sheets, the white towel, and the white pillows bathed her in perfect light creating just a hint of subtle shadows in all of the right places on her angelic white skin. I started consciously taking photos with my mind. I wanted to capture every nuance and note every detail. I don’t know if I will ever be here again.
I don't recall if my next realization was comprehended in a split second, or if it took ten seconds to develop, but a terrible fear washed over me that for the first time in forever, she was beyond my touch and her next action might be to look for her panties or go jump in the shower. We were after all, deep into the second hour of her hour long lunch.
As I was preparing myself for the pain soon to come, I couldn't understand where it was coming from. I had the BEST DAY EVER, but I felt like an exhausted child who just watched the Disney fireworks finally and knows what that means.
What the hell? What is happening in my head? I don't even know this girl, let alone have feelings for her beyond she made my dick feel good at lunchtime.....and, I guess my ego is healthier since I met her. I have not cheated on my diet since she turned on the flattery the week before. I was sure it had to be somehow manipulative, but I hoped that if only a 5% chance it wasn't AND she liked me AND her mom was single, made it easy to keep my snacking to peas & carrots.
My self esteem has been skyrocketing too, as I have been checking a lot of boxes on my refrigerator. LOL, so many in fact, that I have been adding things to the list after they happened that I didn't dare put on it as they seemed pretty unobtainable just two months before. "Get sent a nude selfie, check. Have the confidence to send one back, check. Take a hottie 32 year old client out to lunch and fuck her brains out, check.
Did I just discover that I like girls who make my self esteem feel good more than I like girls who make my dick feel good?
Shit, that wasn't even on my top ten list. Smart, funny, pretty, Kind, whatever is the opposite of bitchy, fun in bed, boobs and/or an age appropriate figure is always nice, curious, someone you can trust to see you at your worst. Before today, "genuinely being a boost & support of my self esteem" was 10th.
Then BAM. I was hit in the face with the towel. Damn girl, I hope you can handle a spanking because I was just on the verge of making an interpersonal discovery of some importance over here, I thought to myself. I noticed the slightest or possibly mock look of concern on her face as she asks "you're not having any regrets or second thoughts over there are you?". I reflexively replied "Oh god no". Then with some emphasys, I continued "today was incredible. I REALLY needed this and you were PERFECT, thank you".
Again she did not disappoint. She crawled to the top of the bed on the far side and then to me over the pillows and laid down at a 90 angle to me on her stomach parallel to the headboard with her head nearly right on top of mine. She propped herself up a bit on her elbows and we kissed deeply. It was nice.
I made a few attempts to shake my internal drama, get out of my head and get back to my goal of picking my self up after my divorce. Oops, I mean back to pleasing a beautiful woman who clearly was not yet done having her fun with me. The emotional rollercoaster ride over the last hours, days & weeks completely blew out my brains ability to generate or absorb endorphins or whatever happens in a situation like this. Shortly after we had joked around while showering together, kissing goodbye (just like when I kissed my endorphin killing ex wife) and going on back to our separate lives.
I drove the hour or so home, brought my dog to the park and had healthiest and happiest cry I ever had. I don't know what I was feeling or why, but I was feeling again and it brought me much relief and contentedness.
We texted a bit that evening confirming that we each enjoyed our time together and agreeing that we should do that again sometime. The next day, Saturday, her husband took their 5 & 8 year old sons somewhere for the day. We checked in with each other again over text and chatted some about our lunch but the spark or excitement we usually had was not the same.
I reached out again that evening and asked if she was in a place that we could talk on the phone. She resisted but did call me (our first personal phone call). It took her 24 hours to let her cry bubble up. It turns out that our emotional experiences were remarkably similar, albeit from different perspectives.
She much later reveals that she felt emotionally dead for her hubby. She evolved to a bad place where she wanted fuck anyone but her hubby but still fucked him twice a week and had to appear happy to do it, killing her brain chemistry.
We rode the best and worst roller coaster in the world for 6 or 8 months....until the the Cocaine eventually wore off or the unobtainable became obtainable and it wasn't the the same rush for either of us any longer. She was the closest thing to a drug addiction that I ever felt. I never wanted anyone or anything like I wanted her.
My hope is that this story helps one person answer the question "Why the hell would he/she risk giving up their wonderful & loving family for an hour with a douchebag or a skank?"

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She doesn’t know what to do, should she try body recomp once her cardio/recovery period is over? Should she keep on eating the same calories as before(if not,then how much ? As her aim is to loose 4-5%body fat this year by winter I think). She’s shy to ask for help and I’ve not got much clue about it myself.

Question for my brothers out there who get anal fissures as frequently as me: do you get them for bottoming? I can take regular dick or even something a bit larger up there and it’s all good. The only time I’ve gotten anal fissures if when I go to the bathroom which is arguably less traumatic for my butt but seemingly causes more anal fissures than getting fucked

Hi I’m just looking for some input. I had a full hysterectomy 2 years ago because my endometriosis was so severe you couldn’t even see my uterus anymore it was covered in lesions. Before that I had 3 endometriosis excision surgeries with one of the best surgeons in the Pacific Northwest. My endo was even found on my heart lining, lungs, liver and kidneys. I have been told it’s impossible to have endo pain still in my pelvis but here I am the last week with extreme pelvis pain and it feels exactly how my endo pain was 2 years ago. I don’t want to be laughed at when I go to the doctors but this is so bad it’s starting to shoot down my legs and butt like it would on my periods. Has anyone had pelvic pain even after a full hysterectomy?! My Endo specialist told me he thinks it would be rare that my Endo is back but they do have me on estrogen. Thanks in advance.

Just found this subreddit so not sure if this has been talked about, but I’m so close to being done with Microsoft and Windows altogether.
I have deadlines. The forced updates at inconvenient times, the Windows 11 startup screen they force me to skip every month or so, it’s fucking irritating and makes me scramble to get my shit done sometimes.
The most recent annoying pattern I’ve noticed is that Edge decided to start opening everytime I start my computer, even from sleep. Firefox is my default browser according to my settings, and I have turned off Edge from the startup apps.
And yet it still opens every fucking time. With a new tab, even. I can’t be bothered to close each one individually, so when they accumulate, there’s like 20 fucking tabs of the homepage bunging up my memory and making my old ass PC chug.
Genuinely considering Mac or learning Linux at this point. Mac’s hardware is butt shit but at least I might be able to get my fucking god damn ass fucking work done.